I’m in the mother of all situation-ships, and it started with a mother-fluffing bunny from hell, and the sexy, tattooed veterinarian who all but made me adopt her. Okay, maybe that’s not exactly how it happened, but that’s not important.
What is important is that getting under his skin with my Bunny Chronicles on the ‘gram has become my new favorite pastime, and with three kids, and my own business, I need some entertainment of the grown-up variety. And he makes me want to do all kinds of grown-up activities. So here’s my dilemma: Do I initiate a friends with bunnies kind of thing, or do I ignore how he makes my heart jackrabbit in my chest? I mean, I know I’m a catch, but he has every reason to turn me down because I’m a hot mess all of the time, and it’s not likely I’m going to get my sh*t together any time soon.
But, if you see him, you’ll totally understand why I want to bunny-hop all over his, you know. So, tell me InstaFAM, do I take a chance and hope I won’t catch all the feels, or do I keep him in box labeled: My Bunny’s Doctor?